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Pain, Pain, Pain.
We live in the World of Pain. Pain inhabits this world with us, pain is our inevitable companion. It's not gonna be a fluffy post with a happy ending, so be warned, consider if it's worth your time.
We usually differentiate physical and emotional pain. But emotions are physical, so it's not two different kinds of pain, but really two different sources of pain: from physical wounds or from psychological "wounds". The latter is the metaphor arising from the former, because metaphors allow us to speak of what is not physical. It's like we speak about seas on the Moon's surface, even though there's no water on the Moon. Wounds may be physical, but the pain is not, the pain is a phenomenon of perception. Pain is a measure of suffering that soul gets to experience, for how could one suffer if there was no pain?
The pain has a point to make, that something is damaged, either body or soul, or is so strained it's about to be damaged. Soul, like body, can be damaged, it can be twisted in such a way that it becomes the source of suffering itself, it produces pain, once again metaphorically we call this a trauma. So the pain is a feeling of damage, the evidence of damage.
We speak of pain as an unpleasant sensation, but isn't pain sometimes pleasant, dear reader? Have you ever enjoyed suffering to the degree where you submerge into the pain so deeply that it's uncomfortable to get out of it? I surely have, I'm a masochist of sorts, able to derive satisfaction from all kinds of pain, if it's bearable. As an unfortunate byproduct, this makes me sometimes enjoy the pain inflicted on others, it drives my aggression and it drives my desire to hurt people. Do you have such a desire, dear reader? I'm inclined to believe we all have a dark side, though you are free to believe whatever you wish. Maybe you're a pure and undamaged creature. Me, I'm damaged and filthy, so there you have it.
Maybe it's time we stop talking about pain. My own pain has dissipated since I began writing, so I guess I should post and distract myself somehow. Take care of yourself, dear reader.
We live in the World of Pain. Pain inhabits this world with us, pain is our inevitable companion. It's not gonna be a fluffy post with a happy ending, so be warned, consider if it's worth your time.
We usually differentiate physical and emotional pain. But emotions are physical, so it's not two different kinds of pain, but really two different sources of pain: from physical wounds or from psychological "wounds". The latter is the metaphor arising from the former, because metaphors allow us to speak of what is not physical. It's like we speak about seas on the Moon's surface, even though there's no water on the Moon. Wounds may be physical, but the pain is not, the pain is a phenomenon of perception. Pain is a measure of suffering that soul gets to experience, for how could one suffer if there was no pain?
The pain has a point to make, that something is damaged, either body or soul, or is so strained it's about to be damaged. Soul, like body, can be damaged, it can be twisted in such a way that it becomes the source of suffering itself, it produces pain, once again metaphorically we call this a trauma. So the pain is a feeling of damage, the evidence of damage.
We speak of pain as an unpleasant sensation, but isn't pain sometimes pleasant, dear reader? Have you ever enjoyed suffering to the degree where you submerge into the pain so deeply that it's uncomfortable to get out of it? I surely have, I'm a masochist of sorts, able to derive satisfaction from all kinds of pain, if it's bearable. As an unfortunate byproduct, this makes me sometimes enjoy the pain inflicted on others, it drives my aggression and it drives my desire to hurt people. Do you have such a desire, dear reader? I'm inclined to believe we all have a dark side, though you are free to believe whatever you wish. Maybe you're a pure and undamaged creature. Me, I'm damaged and filthy, so there you have it.
Maybe it's time we stop talking about pain. My own pain has dissipated since I began writing, so I guess I should post and distract myself somehow. Take care of yourself, dear reader.
